Romantic Fantasy
Extra Sheet: First Time Meet

One by one the soldiers from Tahiti were slashed to death by Frost. Even if there were eight or ten people surrounding Frost, he could still destroy the opponent's attack pattern. Everyone grimaced in horror at his prowess.

‘I killed a lot of traitors, but that couldn't stop my nightmares. I am the traitor myself,’ thought Frost.

Frost wasn't so focused on the attack. He thought of the nightmares that always came when he tried to sleep. He always saw one thing in common: he drew out a sword, pierced through the body of a milk-brown Angel, bearing beautiful pink eyes.

‘Why do I keep thinking about it? This battle... appeared because I felt guilty.?’ ask Frost in your heart.

An explosion occurred where Frost was standing. The chief of the Tahiti tribe laughed crisply.

“You're dealing with the wrong person, Castleton!” exclamation of the Chief of Tahiti Tribe.

How surprised the Tahitians when they found Frost still standing upright in his place. Although his head was leaking and bleeding, his body was burnt from the magic explosion of the Tahitian tribe, but the owner of the golden eye bead still looked fine.

His own blood flowed soaked Frost's face and he could still smile. “Lumayan. I like stubborn people like you.”

“Don't much nonsense! You're just the one who's gonna die today! After that, there was no more Castleton left! Let's attack!” The chief of the Tahiti Tribe gave orders.

“There is no Castleton left? Aren't you too arrogant with what you say?”

“We'll know after you're dead. Attack him!”

Hundreds of soldiers from the remaining Tahitian tribes advanced to attack the wounded Frost. Frost's bead glowed increasingly brighter, then turned a blood red color with pupils like cat's eyes. The man himself was not aware of the changes he was experiencing.

Frost's nightmare suddenly returned to attack. He could clearly see the mane of a young lady who was in color matching with his eye bead. The young lady did not dodge her attack, but rather allowed herself to be unsheathed by the sword.

“One of us has to die,” said the woman. “Then, I'd better just die.”

Frost roared like a wild beast. He slashed at anyone who was nearby. Even when Tahiti used Explosion Magic, she could still stand up straight as if nothing had happened.

More surprisingly, the aura around Frost had suddenly changed, becoming extremely gripping. He slashed through the air and threw the soldiers from Tahiti a few meters back.

“Devil...” The chief of the Tahitian tribe saw a terrifying sight before him. He felt Frost was like a mountain that he could never get past. “She is Ib-“

Unfinished the Tahitian Chieftain said, Frost somehow came out of nowhere and pierced his heart. His mouth was spitting out a lot of fresh blood and he died instantly on the spot.

When the soldiers realized that their Chieftain had been killed, they excitedly asked for Frost's forgiveness. But will Frost hear their request? Of course not. One by one, there was no forgiveness.

All the sorcerers from Tahiti were also unable to do anything. Even after trying to blow up Frost, they still couldn't stop the man. ‘Frost Blanche Castleton, really is a Devil!’ That was their thinking when they were on the edge of death. Yet all they assumed was true: Frost is a Devil—he lived as an Eighth Tier Hell Demon King in the past.

Frost fell to the ground shortly after killing the last person. ‘Sial, this wound is very annoying!’

The rain suddenly came down very hard. Frost got up from his kneeling position and began to walk without direction in the rainstorm. He walked straight, without thinking of anything. Keep walking, get into the woods.

Frost's eye bead went back to how it was and he fell to the ground. Voraciously, he inhaled air that had been polluted with rainwater and soil. Only this time there is a tribe that can make him injured during the war.

As Frost's consciousness slowly dissipated, a woman's voice filled her sense of hearing. He looked up, looking at a girl with pink eyes.

‘Am I dreaming? Is he the man I killed in my dream? Did he come as the Angel of Death to uproot my life?’ There were so many questions inside Frost's head. But before anything could be answered, he lost his consciousness.

When Frost woke up from his stupor, he could see himself bare-chested with a neat bandage here and there. His head suddenly throbbed violently. He remembered that there was a young woman who approached him and spoke to him. He remembered that the color of the girl's eye bead was the same as the color of the woman's eye bead in his dream.

Now Frost wondered, who had saved him? Who has bandaged his wounds? Giving her the warm resting place she is now?

Frost looked here and there for the first time. He discovered that the wooden house was simple, but very warm and peaceful.

Someone entered the house. A young woman, with a very seductive pink eye bead and a gradiated wave mane of two different colors: pink at the top and purple tease at the bottom. The woman Frost kept dreaming of.

"Oh, it turns out you're awake.” The young lady gave a smile towards Frost. He approached the man and handed him a bowl of medicine. “Thank God you've woken up. I've made medicine for you.”

Frost remained silent for a moment. He thought that he was dreaming, but he did not forget that his dream was not as sweet as it is currently happening. He realized that all the dreams he had experienced had come true. The woman he killed was now smiling sweetly at him without knowing anything!

‘Is destiny playing games with me? How did he get me to meet this woman? Does he want me to make up for all my mistakes?’ thought Frost.

“Are you okay?” ask the young lady. “Is there something wrong with my face?”

Unknowingly, Frost's hand lifted and his fingers gently swept across the woman's cheek. The woman was shocked.

The moment Frost regained his senses, he immediately withdrew his hand. “I'm sorry for my impoliteness,” he said.

Frost threw his face away and stared coldly at the bowl of medicine given by the woman. Even if the young lady gave him a bowl of poison, the owner of the golden eye bead would not refuse. He wanted to repay the debt of life to the woman.

"I'm sure you're the Emperor of Castleton. Greetings to Your Majesty, I am Zinnia Pramidita Ganache."